(Today's prompt was to write a poem involving dialogue.)
What do we do now?
Six hours of sleep four, five days in a row,
in sets the law of diminishing returns.
An auto-immune deficiency might be attacking the thyroid,
chewing at the jaw,
tightening the grip of the gums upon molars.
Quietly, sleep.
We are at peace.
We are living a good life,
and have overcome much difficulty.
Almost every hurdle you've cleared.
Now take a rest,
before the frenzy resumes
with the first crows of sunrise.
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